Yes, I know, I’ve written before about hating Mother’s Day, and those reasons still apply. But really, I hate Mother’s Day because my mother is no longer with us.

So I’m jealous, especially of my friends who are my age who still have their mothers. I know, I’m not really supposed to say that, but it’s true. I’m damn jealous.

I’ve missed my mother every day since June 23, 1995, and every day since August 11, 2012, I’ve missed my Aunt Flora too.

Sunday will be hard. It always is. I’ll be thinking of my mother and my aunts, the four best women I’ve ever known. And while I’ll be sending some love out to all the mothers I know, I’ll especially be thinking of those who also cannot share this day with their mothers.